I cannot photograph the sensation:
your face pressed to my heart
after the bottle, before a morning nap,
eyes slipping closed, your hands & arms
abandoned, with everything, to my care.
Your breathing calms to regular rhythms
but I linger, savoring, storing this exact second
and the warmth of your cheek on my arm...
Somewhere deep and safe.
Somewhere I can find it forever.
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